| because that roof makes me think of young poets composing as the snowflakes drift through their garrets |
| and hiding from the second world war in dark wooden attics |
| like the sea in all directions |
| and because of raw function and dependability |
| because of smoke plumes and banquets |
| Winter fuel to carry us through |
| lonely guard posts on corners |
| the horses are each one perfect |
| gathering out in the vast cold |
| I could have stared for hours |
| breaking my heart with crooked rooftops |
| this is why I love Latvia |
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